Never slept well last night. The thought of Bri leaving lay on my mind like a big, steamy cowpat. Everytime I did fall asleep, I'd wake up thinking it was a dream, only for the tight grip of disappointment to grab me by the throat upon realisation.
I even woke up at one point, unable to breathe. I thought it must just be the lingering effects of a nightmare, however, upon coming to I realised that it was actually caused by Cha flipping over in her sleep and plonking her ample right breast square onto my coupon. After a 20-second-or-so struggle reminiscent of Jim Carrey freeing himself from the confines of a mechanical rhino in Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls, I finally managed to wrestle my face free from the onslaught of this soft yet firm breast tissue. Was a close call. From now on I'm going to take a hydraulic jack to bed with me, although not for the same reasons that Andy25 does.
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